From Yazd
14.12.2007 | Yazd, Iran
Our journey has got a small turnover. Three days ago Tilen injured his wrist while getting some bike leisure on desert sands.
It's warmer!
8.12.2007 | Isfahan, Iran
Isfahan is the first spot where we finally stopped and started breathing. Till now, we were being continuously pushed to go further by the low temperatures. Those of you who know me also know I like driving. In spite of this, the 6.000 kilometres we've done through the last two weeks were such that I was happy to leave the car parked for 60 hours without even opening the cabin. Specially the last 100 kilometres were responsible for this.
Beastiary and green light
6.12.2007 | Esfahan, Iran
If I was told I could only drive a truck in Tehran for the rest of my life, I would instantly hand over the driver's license to the authorities. And yet, Tehran gave us, apart of Manca, a green light to cross the Persian Gulf.
Webasto day
2.12.2007 | Karaj, Iran
As apparently I can't get to Arabia without forcefully stopping at a workshop, so can't I without writing about cold. Serious cold in the house.
Police
30.11.2007 | Zanjan, Iran
Slooaniya? Chek? Ah, Europa. Iran gud? Polis gud? Polis Iran elegans? Mercedes benz, a? I got my passport back only after having positively answered to all the questions and after my facial expressions proved I really meant it.